Page 96 of Enthrall Climax
“Well, it’s not good.” I headed out of there.
Helete had been willing to bring him down with a street weapon and it made me wonder what she’d be willing to do to incapacitate Mia.
We left Barret to lick his wounds. The more distance between him and us the safer it was for him. These hired men had dubious reputations, but I’d deal with them later. I’d also deal with Henry for hiring them.
Our car pulled back into traffic.
I felt conflicted when it came to Henry. He was vulnerable to high levels of stress and something like this could trigger his PTSD. I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees and locked my gaze with his. “Let us handle it from here.”
He stared out at the cityscape and then turned his angry glare on me. “Why are you not okay that Mia is with this woman?”
I sat back and Shay and I exchanged looks.
Helete knew what Mia meant to me. The fact she was at the hotel at the same time was suspicious. We’d been tailing her and it sounded like she’d returned the favor. Her men had to have witnessed Mia leaving Cole Tower, and then followed her. Instead of alerting me, Helete had grabbed this opportunity.
If this was about money, a solution would be within reach. But it never was with people like her—it was about power. I checked my phone again for any sign of a text or call from her.
“I need Mia home safe,” I said. “Helete and I have had our differences.”
Henry’s stare moved from me to Shay and then back to me. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means we proceed with caution.” Shay made a slicing motion across his neck to warn Henry to draw back on the inquisition.
We drove the rest of the way in strained silence, taking less than thirty minutes to reach the suburban parking structure of The Dionysus Club.
Neither Lance nor Helete had answered their phones and by the time I stepped out of the elevator I was finding it hard not to storm in and make the kind of scene I’d regret.
A slim, redheaded receptionist greeted us with a smile.
“Helete Merrill?” I rounded the desk to get closer.
“She’s not here,” she replied. “Can I take a message, sir?”
“Galina?”
“They’re both out.” Her smile became forced. “I can arrange for a VIP tour if you like?”
“Where will I find Helete?” I held back my anger. “This is important.”
Henry lurched toward her. “Where the fuck is she?”
Shay grabbed the back of Henry’s shirt to restrain him.
The redhead scrambled for the phone and I assumed it was to call for help.
I pressed a finger down on the receiver. “Where is she?”
“I think maybe The Belgravia Club?” she blurted out.
“Think or know?” asked Shay.
She threw me a nervous glance. “She’s meeting a friend for dinner.”
“We appreciate this.” I leaned closer. “Don’t warn Helete that we’re looking for her. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I held her stare. “We just want to speak with her.”
